Morgan-Lee Snell
24 April 2016
Authors
This is a story about a woman eating her husband’s liver.
I want to say that death is just a wound things grow around and that I Miss the way the world tasted back then, before life touched me like that, Cold Finger pressed to my Tongue; hurts like freezer-burn, tastes like freezer-burn.
Here I am with love seeping out my pores again, sticky hearted always, sticky date pudding, B tastes so sweet. Teeth so crooked, my butterfly boy, freckled chest so sweet, smells so sweet, familiar, way he walks, so sweet, can’t stand it.
Tide coming in, sun coming out. Rotten coconut skull cracked open on the clay earth. Scarf off jacket off, thin layers of fabric revealing inky skin. Snake tattoo looks like he’s swimming through yesterday’s shells.
In Footscray now; people in soft-focus and wrapped in silk. Asphalt melts, sticks to my boot.
I feel like a total walnut!
Interview: Roger Sims from The Torch program
In 2015, there were an estimated 36,134 prisoners in Australian prisons. Of those 36,134, Australian Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander prisoners accounted for just over a quarter (27 per cent) of the prisoner population.
The Secret Lives of Fruits and Vegetables
A banana is prone to bumps and bruises.
And eventually Fiona got so good at keeping still that tiny asteroids started mistaking her for a small planet.
Translucent skin and pointed pink nipples reflected back at her, neon lights flashing ‘I’m not right!’
My uncle built me a bookshelf for my fifth birthday. Huon pine with miniature toadstool carvings, it towered above me and spanned the entire bedroom wall.
Graphics
Collaged text, messages from friends.
The Cursed Girl and the Cat and the Apocalypse
Time to implement the plan! Dude, get the car, the maps, I know we’re starting out in suburbs but I swear to God we’ll make it to the mountains, we fucking have to.
Things that fall out of people’s purses call out to me, imploring to be returned to what they are (not done being), what they’re made for, who they used to be with.
I believe in some hour threaded through all the years where you still kiss my face of lemon rind and rough hessian, boulder-wide, fish-scaled, round as a copper coin.
My Night Routine If I Were Tilda Swinton
My Night Routine If I Were A Sea Cucumber
If I Were A Fifteen Year Old Stoner Boy
Kaavya Jha on cultural identity and the role of hip-hop
ephemeral dalliance.
diaphanous gossamer.
caress, tessellate.
I kiss the bruise tender between sleep and poetry;
Slowly, a long sharp tusk of silence
lends itself floating –
Frank Ocean, Fringes and Cringes
Kaavya Jha reflecting on the artist’s portrayal of superficiality
In Footscray now; people in soft-focus and wrapped in silk. Asphalt melts, sticks to my boot.
How international students navigate their new identities.
Upon entry to the Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, staff hand each visitor a small, double sided piece of paper. It contains a very simple map and directions, the sort of information necessary to the safe operation of one of Australia’s busiest national parks. On the back of this instructional leaflet are the words “Please don’t climb Uluru”.
Instructions for a Ritual of Healing
(To be read instructionally, as if from a book.)
Interview: Roger Sims from The Torch program
In 2015, there were an estimated 36,134 prisoners in Australian prisons. Of those 36,134, Australian Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander prisoners accounted for just over a quarter (27 per cent) of the prisoner population.
Barkindji artist Kent Morris is the founder and CEO of The Torch, an innovative program that works with Indigenous men and women that are either currently incarcerated or have recently been released from prison.
Max and Maureen and Everyone in Between
I wasn’t around when Max was a pup, but there’s a photograph of him and my grandmother Maureen up on the fridge. Max is small and spotty with floppy ears and sits on Nana’s lap. Nana’s eyes crinkle at the corners. The picture was taken when Nana and Pop drove their caravan from Adelaide all the way to Kununurra to visit, Mum says.
river or rivers?
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